Question of a child in 2054: “Mommy, what is this white stuff?” “That’s called paper. Don’t touch it! It’s very rare.” “Where does paper come from?” Portuguese paper. We have that here. Plenty. But then in a raw form Ever realized? All paper come from these beings. These beauties only supply fibers for paper. . […]
The Portuguese paper Read More »
Monday morning, I had to go to Figueira da Foz ánd to Soure. Two different directions. I chose Figueira, because that’s where the new gasket for the boiler Casa Oliveira has to come from, amongst other things. That boiler project has been waiting a month already. I don’t know how things go with you, but
Life is rumbling on in Portugal Read More »
“Gosh, she’s just rebellious”, Nico jokes at Astrid, when I – again, against all warnings – gently push a tree trunk in the bonfire, which gives a nice fire drizzle. “Exactly!” I agree, “I just like to have a homeless day tomorrow! I’ve had it with lifting roof tiles and crawling over dusty attics!” We
Restoration after restoration after Leslie Read More »
Meanwhile, everyone is back to everyday life, with a vague memory of the holiday. Life gobbles you up, and drags you on. This also happens here, but there is space here literally and figuratively to look back, to be equally nostalgic. It’s still dripping guests Two French brothers with a very small dog; a big
Porthola! There’s our Portuguese teacher from 20 years ago Read More »
I’ve been accustomed to stressed faces for years. When people arrive here. For the good observer the price of the year-round competing, running and hurrying can be seen on the parental faces. The children are not yet that far, and usually they also have something to swipe in their hands, so they’re sweet. I always
Stresslevels, before and after Read More »
There is a big stain on the floor of the adega under the mower. I pretend not to see it. I grab what I need and go. Then I leave it back in the workshop There is a big stain under the mower on the floor of the workshop. I pretend not to see it.
Broken mower? Doesn’t matter Read More »
I’m having lunch. Little drowsy from rising early, all numbers and dates I was juggling with, and all those miles I make through the village here. “The family” has arrived not so long ago, and that always brings some extra work – because they themselves do a lot to help us! “The family” – that
Nice offer for profiteers Read More »
We started here with an Idea. Well, not just an idea, but more of an idea-l. Yes, you could still have one of those back then! Or am I being too cynical right away? We started with the idea-l that here in the Termas-da-Azenha people could come together – people who would normally never meet
A curious combination of guests Read More »
“I think portuguese sounds so good,” says Tim cheerfully as I try to avoid a few dogs scurrying along the road, “I don’t understand a word of it, but it sounds good, and that gives me a great holiday feeling.” He continues: “I first heard it from my aunt’s friend, she met them in Brazil
They return voluntarily Read More »
“No, you do not do anything at all! We’re going to do it the traditional way” I say cheerfully because my maintenance problem is solved – anyway in theory, “You’re there to supervise, I’m there to lend a hand, Kors is there to look at it and to comment. and Broes does the job.” We both
The art of watching Read More »
